Now that was dark, I mean really really dark, d-a-r-k. And windy, I mean really really windy, w-i-n-d-y. But, somehow, the promised rain never turned up.
Out from Ringmoor and round by Brisworthy Plantation to the wall. Along, along seeking out the track when the stone circle popped out - that was nice. Following the track faithfully, over the ford and by the wall to seek out the vital gateway. Up to Legis which just about emerged from the blackness. Over the fence by the wobbly, pony eaten, stile and on straight into the easterly. And over to Ditsworthy Warren, the only place for shelter and a warming cuppa. The moon was scheduled to rise but not a peep, not the faintest glow. Along the refurbed track and up to Gutter. No sign of soldiers this evening, must be just too dark and windy for them. Along, along and a lot more along the interminable track back to the cars.
On to the ever reliable Burrator Inn - which was shut. So on to the ever reliable Rock which was welcoming and open.
And then as we left the pub the heavens opened yet again. A grand evening to be out on the moor.